ROCHESTER, N.H. -- James Foley was a compassionate and capable journalist who tried to see the good in people, friends said Saturday at a memorial for the New Hampshire man murdered by Islamic State group extremists.
Hundreds of people filled Our Lady of the Rosary Church on Saturday in Rochester during a Mass to celebrate his life on what would have been his 41st birthday. Afterward, friends and family paid poignant tribute to Foley.
"There seemed to be two absolutes in Jim's life -- his faith and his family -- both of which gave him an incredible foundation," said longtime friend Jeremy Osgood. "It was a wealth of strength and courage for Jim in his time of need."
Osgood became friends with Foley while growing up in Wolfeboro, in New Hampshire's bucolic lakes region. Foley was a thoughtful student, a "smiling, wide-eyed boy" and good athlete who excelled in soccer, Osgood said.
Foley was also a student of human nature who had a knack for reading people and could blend into any group or situation.
"The wonderful thing about Jim is he used the ability to build up people and not tear them down," Osgood said. "Whether you knew him for 30 years or 30 minutes you would consider him a friend."
Foley was abducted in Syria on Thanksgiving Day 2012 and hadn't been heard from since until a video showing his killing was posted on the Internet in August. Members of the Islamic State militant group said they killed him and other foreigners because of U.S. intervention in the conflict in Iraq and Syria.
Since his death, his family has created the James W. Foley Legacy Fund to support reporters in conflict zones and the families of American hostages as well as promote a global conversation about how governments can handle hostage crises.
Another friend, Thomas Durkin, told the audience Foley "always wanted to learn more, to know more, to understand more."
Durkin, who had known Foley since 1982, mentioned a trip the two men had taken to Puerto Penasco, Mexico, together. After driving down to the vacation destination, he said they would go during the day to the "tourist side" of town.
"We'd swim in their pools and just hang out for the day," Durkin said.
At night, they would return to the poor side of town to stay in a cheap "hole in the wall" motel and "go back to where we belong."
"It was something I never did on my own, but with Jim it felt natural," he said.